Satan's Hunger

7

'Be brave, Kaitlyn. Be brave. I am here.'

Jacob stroked her cheek. It was a simple thing to tell when Satan had her in his grip. Not only was she impossible to wake, but he could feel the heat of the flames in her skin. He could smell the sulphur in her hair. More and more Satan was making himself felt between dimensions.

And yet, this dream was different. Kaitlyn didn't cry. She didn't moan. She didn't thrash. Instead, she lay stiff in his arms, her hands fisted amid his feathers.

For the first time, she was putting up a fight—and she seemed to be winning.

'Good girl.' He kissed her on the mouth.

He winced but didn't pull away when she wrenched at his wings. Grabbing her face, he pressed his forehead to hers, watching as her eyelids flickered, feeling her erratic panting breaths. Her heart was beating fast. But she held herself together. And slowly she began to relax in his arms. By the time her beautiful brown eyes cracked open, the sun was rising.

'Good morning,' Jacob said.

'Good morning,' she said, her voice harsh from sleep. Her eyes glittered. 'You won't believe what just happened.'

'I bet I can guess.'

Kaitlyn grinned. 'I beat him. I beat him!' She grabbed his face. 'And it's all because of you.' Kaitlyn kissed him between the eyes, then hard on the mouth. 'I love you so much.'

'I love you, too.'

Grabbing the back of her neck, he kissed her on the ear, he kissed her on the cheek, then turned her face to kiss her on her sweet, smiling lips. Already, he could feel a stirring in the pit of his stomach. Something that was becoming both familiar and exciting. Kaitlyn laughed as he rolled on top of her.

It was an easy thing to glide into her. Either she was still slippery from last night or she was ready again for this morning. Jacob knew he was. Every time he saw her, felt her, smelled her, he felt himself come alive.

It took hardly any time at all to make her come, to feel his own orgasm rush down the length of his shaft in a blast of liquid heat.

By the end they were both panting. He felt a bead of warm sweat trickle down his spine beneath his feathers. Kaitlyn was gripping tightly onto the stems of his wings, a new habit that Jacob was enjoying.

After a long, lingering kiss, he gently disentangled himself and pulled away to sit on the edge of the bed.

'Getting up already?' Kaitlyn murmured.

Jacob tingled pleasantly as she pressed her hand into the middle of his back. A strangely intimate touch he hadn't expected.

He would have preferred to have stayed in bed with her, exploring her, touching her, loving her—she didn't know how much!—but he gripped his belly with a wince. 'I think I feel hungry.'

'I'm hungry too. I guess we should eat.'

Kaitlyn stretched out her long, smooth body as she yawned. Daylight gleamed against her soft, brown skin. Her long, dark hair was all tussled up. She looked so beautiful, so sexy, so extraordinary that Jacob's mouth began to water.

He was unable to wrench his eyes away. From the elegant stretch of her throat, to the soft, luscious curves of her breasts, to the angles of her hips, to that perfect little V of hair between her legs—she ensnared his attention like a trap.

It was undeniable: woman truly was one of God's most remarkable creations.

'Stop it, Jacob. You're making me blush.'